Sex at the Implosion of the World

The universe was once very small. So small and heavy that it couldn't shrink anymore and so instead it exploded and expanded fast and urgently like it was running away from being so cramped in that tiny little dot, the size of a freckle. It got tired and slowed though, as you do when you've run so hard and for such a long time, but still it reached farther out like high tide crawling its way up dry sand.

As it got bigger it seemed everything in it got farther apart, too far apart now to really see or touch or know each other, so I guess it began to miss itself, miss the warmth and security of being in a such a tight embrace.

So the tide began to retreat, slowly first, but then rapidly. And things crashed into each other on their way back to the center, like they were all in a big hurry to get home and hug tightly like they used to. At the center of it all, where everyone was so excited to get to, there was a magnificent flame that was so magnificent because the energy and mass and power of a wide, beautiful universe had clashed like many different glitters mixing together and all that sparkle in just one place makes it even more beautiful.

And even though we are still far enough way, our sparkling destination shines brightly, and your head is positioned just so that it seems as if you are glowing. I admire you for a moment, your lopsided face and early greying and all the little wrinkles that texture your complexion. I imagine you're doing to same, trying to burn this image of me all the little details of my appearance into your mind's eye, so that when we end up wherever it is we're going, you can find me again.

I take your face to mine and I close my eyes but I can still see the center shining like a porch light left on, and when you see it you think how late it is and how happy you are to be home.

Your lips are very dry but the rest of your body is wet, sweating as you are. And me, damp from the sand that becomes wetter with every breath of the ocean. Each breath deeper, climbing up higher, covering us farther.

Our bodies get tighter around each other, not because I'm scared you might be whisked away by the tide, but because I've missed you. I realize then that every time we've held hands, scooted a little closer together, fucked, it's all because the tiny little dots that make up me miss being so close to the tiny little dots that make up you.

Our lips connect, and my tongue slides around yours in a frenzied sort of way, like an intimate attack of a mad, starving beast. You feel around me urgently, never keeping your hands in one spot for too long, going from my breast to my bottom to sliding up and down my legs, like you're just too hungry for me that you must devour me all at once instead of enjoying a slow tasteful meal.

So tighter I squeeze, and urge you to enter me, so we can be as close together as possible, almost as if we can faze into each other and be whole. And you do, you slip into me so easily that I remember that this is exactly how we were designed, so that we could mesh and connect to become one. You fuck me in, and out, and in, like the waves reaching up, and down, and up my body.

We're speeding closer into the weighty dense center of our universe, because I can feel earth shaking and splitting below us and the force of moving so fast while we get so much smaller. So I push you hard into me, and I mash my dry lips into yours like I'm trying to hold on really, really hard, which I am. I feel your cock and my vagina molding into each other because everything is too tight now to move away, and your lips and tongue and mine melt into one, and then the rest of us do as well. My legs, your legs, once loosely entangled as we fucked, submerge into each other as the little dots like make up us rejoin together.

And eventually everything has made it back home, to that glorious porch light in the sky. All those little dots don't really have room to be things anymore, and why would they want to anyway? When here we are, so close and safe, why separate and differentiate ourselves? So instead it's all just little dots, packed in tight and dense and saying hello to each other after a long time.